From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 615 The Demon's Joy
Luo Wuji's folding fan fluttered, instantly transforming from a twenty-centimeter size into a scroll several meters long, standing before Li Yang like a mural.

This unusual phenomenon alone indicates that this fan is at least a rare spatial artifact.

Some of the villagers kneeling among them looked up slightly, and Wang Yue immediately blushed and turned her face away, spitting out a curse.

The mural depicts countless naked women of various styles and bearings, numbering in the thousands at a glance. It is as if the mural was painted by the most realistic painter in the world, with the texture of their hair and skin being vividly and clearly visible!
"This treasure is called the Demon Charm Fan, which was the supreme treasure of the Demon Charm Joyful Union Sect two thousand years ago. Two thousand years ago, the Demon Charm Joyful Union Sect was wiped out by my Purgatory Valley, and this treasure became my master's spoils of war. Three hundred years ago, it was passed down to me."

"This treasure is not very powerful in direct combat, but it is incredibly effective when used in conjunction with the cultivation technique of absorbing and replenishing essence. The painting contains the furnaces and vessels I have collected from various places over the past three hundred years, including princesses and empresses from the mortal world, beautiful young ladies, and also some holy maidens and prodigies from various sects. If you like them, fellow Daoist, I will not be stingy with them."

Dressed in a green robe, Luo Wuji, with a refined and scholarly air, spoke calmly, his eyes filled with confidence.

The Li Yang before them exuded an air of poverty, probably a lucky one from some poor, remote sect. How could he possibly have ever seen a treasure like the Demonic Beauty Fan? This action was both a gesture of goodwill and a display of their magic weapon, intended to broaden the horizons of a country bumpkin like Li Yang and let him know the strength of their Purgatory Valley.

As expected, Luo Wuji clearly noticed that as the Demonic Beauty Fan unfolded, Li Yang's eyes narrowed, and he walked up to the painting on the Demonic Beauty Fan, his face expressionless, as if he was completely stunned.

"He's just a nobody from a small town, completely unsophisticated."

Luo Wuji noticed Li Yang's loss of composure and inwardly scoffed.

"By joining Purgatory Valley, we've already accomplished almost half of our mission: to rapidly improve our cultivation, save Blue Star, and revive Yan Hong... Li Yang, isn't this what you've always been pursuing?"

"You have faced death and danger several times on Earth, risking your life to sneak into the Realm of Ultimate Truth. Don't act like a naive and overly sentimental person and put yourself in danger again in a moment of impulsiveness."

"This is the direct descendant of Purgatory Valley. Even if you kill him, what then? He must possess the sect's trump cards and life-saving methods. If you don't kill him completely, and a brief entanglement attracts the Earth Immortals or even Celestial Immortals of Purgatory Valley, your fate will be a thousand times more miserable than that of the woman in the Demonic Beauty Fan..."

Li Yang stood quietly in front of the Demonic Beauty Fan, his fingers stroking the silk surface. The delicate sensation made him feel an indescribable nausea.

He muttered to himself, not wanting to pay attention to the reality of the Demonic Beauty Fan.
Each woman's portrait on this fan is a physical body sealed within it, resembling a puppet, yet her three souls and seven spirits still exist, sealed within the body.

These women are still alive, in a state worse than death. Li Yang can even feel that at this moment, the thousands of female portraits on the Demonic Beauty Fan are all watching him with a mournful, desperate, and yearning look in their eyes.

Li Yang removed his hand from the Demonic Beauty Fan, turned his head and looked at Luo Wuji with a hint of restraint and helplessness: "My cultivation method prohibits me from being near women, I'm sorry."

At that moment, Li Yang felt his primordial spirit, which was about to burst forth, suddenly shrink back a few inches, and its light dimmed slightly.

With a perfectly timed expression of regret and helplessness, Li Yang seemed to be overwhelmed by the grand spectacle of the Demonic Beauty, and he did his best to portray the awkwardness of a minor cultivator from a mixed lineage.

"There are still people practicing that Pure Yang Nourishing Essence Technique from thousands of years ago?" Luo Wuji glanced at Li Yang with disdain, believing he had seen through Li Yang's true intentions.

I heard that this kind of cultivation method was once very popular in ancient times. It was called the "bitter stick" and emphasized nourishing one's vital energy and essence. One must never be near women. It has been eliminated over the past few thousand years.

"What kind of cultivation technique do you practice? Show me how you use it so I can give you some pointers." Just to be on the safe side, Luo Wuji asked, looking down at Li Yang to test the strength of his cultivation technique.

"The nameless cultivation technique has lost its name by the time it reached my lineage; there are only a few fragments left." Li Yang smiled reservedly, and then an incomparably pure Yang aura began to emanate from his body.

Li Yang himself cultivated the Sun and Moon Root Method and had read all the internal alchemy methods of the Blue Star Dao Alliance. At this moment, he used the [Yangwu Food Qi Method] to simulate the Five Dragons Great Hibernation Technique of the Quanzhen Huashan Sect, making it impossible for anyone to see any flaws.

"Ancient, and the techniques are somewhat clumsy and rough, but they perfectly suit the temperament of my Purgatory Valley."

Luo Wuji completely let down his guard. Although this kind of Pure Yang Nourishing Essence Technique is simple to cultivate, it has many restrictions. If you are not careful, you will break the rules and lose your power. However, if you persist, your combat strength will be quite impressive.

The Demonic Beauty Fan was still not put away. Luo Wuji sat back on the back of the woman in feathered robes who was kneeling on the ground, seemingly admiring the thousands of furnaces he had carefully collected.

Li Yang didn't even look at the Demonic Beauty Fan, as if the fan didn't exist in his sight.

"You are practicing Yang-attribute techniques. In the entire Realm of Ultimate Truth, apart from the Xuanhuang Palace lineage, the most respected Yang-attribute technique is my Purgatory Valley. After you return to the valley, I will apply to the Valley Master to grant you a drop of Kunlun Flame Marrow."

"Thank you, Immortal Lord Luo!"

Li Yang cupped his hands in greeting, a perfectly timed hint of surprise on his face.

"By the way, I heard you've been staying in this place for a while. A few months ago, there were strange phenomena in the sky here, with five-colored clouds. Could it be that some extraordinary treasure has been born?"

Luo Wuji looked down at Li Yang, clearly adopting the posture of a superior.
He had heard about the strange phenomena in this place three months ago and wanted to come and see if it was the appearance of a treasure, but along the way he saw some excellent furnaces in various parts of the Great Li Dynasty, so he rushed here now.

"No, it's just that I was cultivating here and made a small breakthrough, which caused some disturbance."

Li Yang raised his head and smiled calmly.

The two immortals were talking, completely ignoring the villagers who were still kneeling on the ground, who seemed like ants in the dark night.

Seeing the two immortals chatting happily, the thousands of villagers were in utter despair. Some young women, seeing the tragic state of the furnace on the Demon Maiden Fan, turned pale and frantically smeared mud on their bodies and faces.

Wang Yue trembled as well, but dared not utter a sound, for fear of being noticed by the two immortals.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she bit her lip and looked around frantically. A bad premonition began to rise in her heart amidst her panic.

"Where are Erniu and the others? Where did they go?"
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Outside the village, the setting sun, which had lingered on the mountaintop, finally sank slowly below the horizon.

The world was plunged into darkness in an instant, and the only sounds in the mountains and forests were the chirping of cicadas and birds, making the place even more desolate.

In the stillness of the night, a series of dense rustling sounds came from afar, startling the cicadas and birds in the forest.

Hundreds of well-equipped soldiers, dressed in night clothes and carrying specially made cone-shaped objects, slowly approached Lanling Village under the cover of darkness, forming an encirclement.

"It's confirmed, the target giant beetle is in the village ahead!"

The scout in black knelt before the woman in military uniform and reported in a low voice.

"Team A, lead eighteen spirit nails to surround the northwest direction!"

"Team Two, lead twenty-four spirit nails to surround the southeast direction!"

"Team Noon, three, lead twenty spirit nails to surround the southwest direction!"

"This battle is to slay immortals!!" The woman in military uniform held a long spear, her face filled with murderous intent as she looked at the village that was faintly visible in the distance.

Each soldier held a cone-shaped object in his hand, and the hundreds of soldiers, fearless of death, began to skillfully and swiftly disperse in the darkness of night.

As night fell and the mountains were shrouded in darkness, hundreds of soldiers quickly arrived at their designated locations and spread out around Lanling Village, forming a Bagua-shaped encirclement that enveloped the village.

As the 108 spirit-sealing nails were driven into the ground according to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) positions, a sudden night wind swept through the entire besieged Lanling Village.
This wind, rising from above and remaining stagnant, caused the spiritual energy of the entire Lanling Village, along with the surrounding mountains, to plummet dramatically...
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Outside the ancestral hall in Lanling Village, Li Yang and Luo Wuji gradually became very friendly and chatted.

Through his conversation with this spoiled brat from Purgatory Valley, Li Yang gradually learned about the general trends of the cultivation forces in the Realm of Ultimate Truth.

Similar to the information obtained from searching Tianyi's soul in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Xuanhuang Palace remains the unparalleled premier cultivation holy land in the entire Realm of Ultimate Truth.

Below these are the Sword Tomb, Weapon Hall, Purgatory Valley, Heavenly Mystery Hall, Demon Sect, Jade Pool, Four Seasons Sect, Absolute Blade Mountain, and other transcendent forces, collectively known as the Nine Great Sects.

This was also the main force that attacked Blue Star last time.

"I recently heard that the Holy Maiden of Yaochi Immortal Fortress has awakened from her thousand-year slumber and made great progress in her cultivation. She will soon be able to attain the position of Immortal Lord. In this way, Yaochi's strength is estimated to be a level above that of Sword Tomb and Weapon Sect."

Luo Wuji casually chatted about the affairs of the nine major sects, his words revealing a hint of covetousness for the so-called Holy Maiden of Yaochi.

"If I could take such a woman as my furnace, using her yin energy to replenish my yang and strengthen my yang fire, it would be far more useful than a thousand furnaces in the mortal world!!"

Li Yang didn't respond. He didn't know much about this so-called Yaochi Immortal Fortress, and speaking rashly might expose his weakness.

At this moment, he had no interest in what Luo Wuji was saying.

His entire focus was on the golden light of his primordial spirit at the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.

The primordial spirit, which had seemed to be nearing its perfect birth today, inexplicably sank further, its light dimming, and even the profound aura it once possessed faded somewhat.
"You wretched thing, do you expect me to fight to the death every time, enduring countless near-death experiences, before you can be born peacefully and obediently?"

Li Yang spoke coldly to himself, without a trace of emotion.
At his feet, thousands of villagers, like ants, prostrated themselves. The Demonic Fan that imprisoned a thousand miserable souls was unfolded without reservation, laid flat before him.

Luo Wuji continued to talk eloquently, boasting about the profound resources of Purgatory Valley and everything he had seen and heard along the way. He casually recounted how he had brutally murdered the entire family of the Zhaoyang Prefect, and how he had turned the prefect's wife and daughters into furnaces in front of that hot-blooded prefect.
His tone of voice was as relaxed and casual as if he were eating or drinking.

Li Yang could tell that the villagers kneeling below weren't surprised; they were simply too afraid to look up.
Luo Wuji wasn't surprised, because that's how cultivators in this world all do it.

Therefore, Li Yang felt that he was the strangest person in Lanling Village at that moment.

"Since the strange phenomena here were caused by your cultivation, and no hidden treasures have been discovered, there is no need for you to stay any longer."

After chatting for a long time, Luo Wuji stretched elegantly, patted the buttocks of the woman in the feathered robe below, stood up, shrunk the Demonic Beauty Fan, and held it in his hand.

"Let's go. Your cultivation is quite good. My senior brother is also coming to the Great Li Dynasty soon. I'll introduce you to him."

"Thank you."

Li Yang clasped his hands in a fist salute, his face revealing a perfectly timed expression of trepidation and delight.

Hearing that the two deities were finally leaving, the thousands of villagers who were kneeling prostrate with their knees bloodied and mangled breathed a sigh of relief.

They lowered themselves as much as possible, like a grain of dust, to respectfully see the two immortals off.

"Where are Erniu and the others... Where did you take them?!"

A voice, still trembling and lacking confidence, rang out in the night.

In the darkness, Wang Yue stood up tremblingly, like a weed that could be broken by the wind at any moment. Although she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she still looked at Luo Wuji, who was about to get up and fly away, with red eyes.

A buzzing sound came from Li Yang's mind.

The villagers around her instantly lost their color. The group of elderly people kneeling around Wang Yue frantically tried to pull her down as she stood up, but the thirteen-year-old girl was surprisingly stubborn at that moment.

After seeing Wang Yue's appearance clearly under the cover of night, Luo Wuji's previously cold expression returned to a refined smile.

Are you referring to those people who were with you at the village entrance just now?

"I let you go on purpose because I knew you would bring Fellow Daoist Baiyun to me."

"As for the others... didn't you notice them just now?"

Luo Wuji smiled gently, then waved his right hand, throwing the Demonic Beauty Fan out again. The fan surface magnified infinitely in the night.

Then, Wang Yue, the villagers, and Li Yang finally saw clearly that in a tiny, inconspicuous corner of the fan, there were portraits of several petite little girls dressed in coarse linen clothes.
The little girls, still retaining a touch of girlish innocence, are depicted lifelike on the fan, seemingly still chattering away.

But in the corner of each of their eyes, a single tear clung.

"Having tasted the finest of princesses and nobles, it's nice to try something light and simple sometimes... wait, it seems my quota for this precious fan is already full, there's still one left that I haven't fully refined."

Luo Wuji looked somewhat surprised. With a wave of his fan, several barefoot girls peeled off and fell to the ground.
Their faces still retained a trace of innocence and naivety, but their eyes were terrifyingly empty, like lifeless sculptures. Only Erniu, with her dark skin, went limp and collapsed to the ground.

She was the one who wasn't refined because the quota for the Treasure Fan was full.

With a gentle flick of his right hand across the fan, the portraits of the two women were erased. Only then did Luo Wuji smile with satisfaction.
"This position is sufficient."

"You also suit my taste, come along."

Luo Wuji smiled, then reached out with one hand to grab Erniu, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and with the other hand to grab Wang Yue, who was standing among the villagers.
At that moment, a figure with an extremely melancholy expression suddenly blocked his way.

(End of this chapter)